Crazy little fic for no absolute reason
Philosophically, what's life?
Ryou's questions
Well, this came up and out of no where. So for anyone who likes philosophy, and Ryou, then I suspect you'll perhaps like this.
Read on
My questions are these.
Who am I?
Where do I come from?
Am I real?
Who is my creator?
Who is life's creator?
How do I know what's right from wrong?
How do I know who is really a friend, and who isn't?
These are the answers I have accumulated for myself. For my own thoughts, to finally put them to rest.
Who am I?
I find myself real, but in other's eyes I exist elsewhere. Perhaps in the mind of a young man or woman? Or what if I am merely the thoughts of a strange being whom I know nothing about.
What if I am a small particle in a huge body. What if I am a cell that forms a larger body. I wouldn't know to say.
But according to me, I am Ryou Bakura, a transfer student from so many different school that I can no longer keep count. I am a shy boy who doesn't do well talking to the girls, and I don't make many friends. Aside from Yugi, Tea, Tristan, Joey, Duke, and Malik. More than that is not easy to say.
Where do I come from?
I might be a character form a book or a TV show. Maybe I am a reflection in a mirror. Maybe I come from another dimension where people never die, and thoughts are real, while the world around us is mere fantasy. I could come from an invention of some kind. My thoughts might just happen to be being written right now. Perhaps, the person writing my thoughts is a kind person, perhaps a foul one by nature. Perhaps it is a she, perhaps it is a he. Probably, the person writing my thoughts is also being written about also, hence creating a never ending story. I may come from another world, galaxy, another time…..
Am I real?
In thoughts I am. In another world I am not. I am real in my world that I live in, but I am a mere reflection of someone else in another world. A product of imagination.
Who is my creator?
My creator is he/she who thought me up. My creator might be a cartoonist, a writer, a God. Buddha perhaps? Jesus Christ? The Holy Spirit? Perhaps another being. What if my creator is an animal? A cat? A dog? A chimp perhaps?
My creator could be just as many things as I could count the grains of sand on the beach.
Who is life's creator?
He who thought of the existing people. For we are all part of thoughts of a superior being.
How do I know what's right from wrong?
I don't. I only follow the rules that have been laid down for me to follow. What if they are wrong? What if they are right? If we were to debate that subject, it would never end.
How do I know who really is a friend and who isn't?
I follow my instinct. The people who treat me like a person they like are my friends. Perhaps real friends are those who abuse you…. But in this case I have decided that people who are kind to me are my true friends.
My philosophy is this. If I ever am to find out the complete truth about my, our, your creation, I shall let you know.
Well, I'm guessing your brain is twirling. What if we are characters of a book? What if we are thoughts? Are we real?
Well, those are my thoughts transmitted through Ryou. Please review if you even read this thing.
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